One night in France

One night in France

There is a narrow finger of France that protrudes north in Belgium along the valley of the River Meuse. At Treignes we were only a few miles from the French border and that is the direction we went. We wanted to join the River Meuse and follow it a few miles south to the town of Revin where we had located a nice Aire right beside the river. We would then cross this little spit of France and cross back

Brugges and a big lift!

Brugges and a big lift!

It was really scary driving Bertie off the ferry and on to the Belgian roads. I had not driven abroad for ages (2008 I think) and never driven left hand drive Bertie on his “proper” side of the road before. The driving felt fine but trying to work out what other drivers were up to and were expecting me to do was slightly more challenging. However we had set our sights very low today and all we were doing is

Cragside and last UK stopover

Cragside and last UK stopover

After our monster breakfast at the cafe we were under way before 11am. The highlight of today is a visit to Cragside a huge National Trust property near Rothbury in the Northumbria. This was the home of William Armstrong, 1st Baron Armstrong, founder of the Armstrong Whitworth armaments firm and was built by in several stages starting in 1869 and incorporates all the technical advances of the day. It was the first house in the world to be lit by hydro-electric power. We

Snow in the Cheviots

Snow in the Cheviots

We left Prestonpans at 10:15 under a glowering sky with a strong wind buffetted Bertie. The plan to day is to visit various border castles with a stopover at a cafe near Lindisfarne in Northumbria. First stop was at Hailes Castle beside the River Tyne (not The Tyne as in Newcastle but another, Scottish River Tyne!). We had seen the sign for this castle several times as we drove along the A1 over the years. This time we wanted to

Heading South on a Big Adventure

Heading South on a Big Adventure

When we bought Bertie in September 2015 we had wanted to use him for long overseas trips. I had been reading the blogs of adventurous souls who had spent months travelling abroad in their motorhomes. We chose a left-hand drive van for this reason but circumstances had conspired to keep use in the UK. We have moved from Suffolk to NE Scotland in that period, we have gained one grandchild and another one will be along this summer. We closed

Tomnaverie and home

Tomnaverie and home

Last lap! However our few days around the coast had failed to prepare us for the reality of February in mountains of Aberdeenshire away from the warmth of the sea! There was some frost and ice around at Crathes but there was more snow and more ice as we drove inland. The car park at Tomnaverie was quite icy and half of it was still covered in polished ice. The path up to the circle was clear and easy to

Crathes and Tomnaverie

Crathes and Tomnaverie

We bumbled gently down the coast from Cruden Bay toward Aberdeen. I had earmarked a large layby beside the Ythan estuary that should have given access to the neighbouring Forvie National Nature Reserve for a walk. We were once again well cross to find that this car park now had a height limit closing off to us GRRRR! Nowhere else handy to park so we pressed on through the middle of Aberdeen looking for the Morrisons store and fuel station

Spey Bay and Banff

Spey Bay and Banff

Bertie has been a bit quiet over the winter and we reckoned the weather had improved enough to let us venture out on a short trip. In March 20127 we had bumbled the coast to Fraserburgh and back but this time we wanted to to a bit further and explore the coast north of Aberdeen. We left Forres at midday, fuelled at Elgin Tesco and then headed for a lunch stop at Kingston at the mouth of the River Spey.

Gartmon Dam, Tasty Breakfast and The Hermitage

Gartmon Dam, Tasty Breakfast and The Hermitage

The highlight of today was planned to be Stirling Castle. However having negotiated the steep narrow road up to the huge car park on the esplanade outside the Castle we were told in no uncertain terms that motorhomes were not allowed – not even for the day. There had been signs saying no caravans but we had assumed that this would affect us in a motorhome. Eileen was not happy and we have never been back to Stirling since that